No one saw the bent back, tired eyes
or heard the sigh of lifes goodbye;
Look straight ahead, eyes cast down
no need to see, no cause to frown.
That river of blod that colours the street?
it is not there where shoulders meet,
Lift up your eyes, just look ahead, don't get involved, the dead are dead.
Lifes facade has closed your mind,
walk past, walk on, don't look behind,
the blind wont see, the deaf wont hear, the crippled man knows no fear,
Was life to short to stop and care?
I didn't see I wasn't there.
2007-05-01
15:28:09
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